Imogene ScottThe party hums with laughter and excitement, the clatter of children playing blending into the background as I watch Lily twirl around in her princess gown. She looks so happy. It's everything I ever wanted for her, and more. The months of worry and fear feel like a is finally behind us and I can’t help but be grateful.My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance at the screen and see an unknown number. For a second, I think about ignoring it, but step outside onto the porch, away from the noise to answer the call."Hello?" I answer."Imogene, it’s Elinor."I freeze, my hand tightening around the phone. Elinor. I haven’t spoken to her in months. She came to the hospital once to see Lily and that was it. I told her never to show her face in front of me again. She called me, left messages, but I haven’t had the strength to engage. I had to time to deal with her. Now, she’s using a different number. Of course.I try to end the call, my thumb hove
Imogene Scott I’m unable to take my eyes off the ring as Breonna and I pack up after the party. Emmett also stayed behind to help and for some reason, those two do not seem to get along at all. I leave Breonna and Emmett to oversee taking down the balloons while Damien and I walk our remaining guests out of the house—Dad, Lila, Aunt Tilly and Kia.“I’m so glad you came, Dad.” I say, pulling him into a hug.He pats my back. “I’m so glad everything is finally working out.”Lila gives me a hug too, while Damien shakes hands with Dad. As Dad and Lila get into their car and drive off, I turn to Aunt Tilly and Kia.“Thank you so much for coming, Aunt.” I say, putting on my best fake smile.After saying his goodbyes, Damien goes back into the house, leaving just me and Aunt Tilly. “I…want to ask you for a favor, Imogene.” Aunt Tilly says as soon as Damien disappears into the house.I swallow hard. I should’ve known. She suddenly showed up after all these years. I should’ve known somethi
Imogene Scott“I forgot to add a sippy cup to her lunchbox.” I say, waltzing across the living room to the kitchen.“I got it.” Breonna says, rushing out of the kitchen and we almost bump into each other.I sigh in relief. “We made it.” I reiterate as I glance at the clock on the wall.It’s Lily’s first day at school and somehow, I had woken up too late. If Breonna hadn’t arrived at my apartment early this morning to help out, only God knows what would’ve happened.Breonna walks to the dining table and unzips Lily’s lunchbox, placing the sippy cup into it. “Damien will be here any moment.”“Lily’s ready.” I say, sinking into the couch.Damien had insisted on dropping Lily off on her first day at school and I’m really excited for both of them. Breonna goes into the room to bring Lily out. My baby looks so great dressed up for school.She’s wearing a radiant smile on her face as usual and her deep sapphire eyes are sparkling. Her black hair is in a neat bun. She’s in a pretty white b
Damien ShawBeing out of the office for six months was something I didn’t think I would be able to do until Lily’s illness. Imogene and I had taken time off work for six months to take care of Lily and be there for her. Now that everything has finally fallen back into place, she back running her gallery and I’m back at IMU.Most of all, dropping Lily off at school today gave me the kind of fulfillment I never thought I’d ever feel. My family is finally okay again. Last thing I’m the least is for m and Imogene to be together again legally. But I don’t want to push her into doing anything or rush her. I recently just proposed so I’ve decided to give it time.My heart soars with happiness as I pull up in front of IMU. It feels nice to be back at the company after so long. It’s all thanks to my assistant, Miles who’s been overseeing every activities in the company, that IMU is still running smoothly.“Good morning, Mr Shaw.” Gerald says I step out of the elevator when it dumps me on th
Imogene Scott [Hi, Imogene. Can we talk?]Keith’s texts keeps playing on my mind as I get ready to leave home for the gallery. I’m not surprised that he would wanna talk, he’s been a little supportive over the last six months.He visited Lily at the hospital at least four to five times a month. I had thought Damien would be mad but I guess he was so consumed by it all that he didn’t seem to care. Keith’s support during hard times pretty much wrote off any grudge I had against him. But I’m not sure why he suddenly wants to talk. I grab my bag and step out of the house, making my way into the elevator. It dumps me on the ground floor and when I get to the parking lot, I get into my car and drive out.When I finally arrive at the gallery, Emmett gives me a blow-by-blow of what’s the happenings at the gallery. I’m pretty sure I zoned out during half of it. “By the way, Breonna might be working here for a while.” I say as I settle into my office.Emmett has really taken so much car
Imogene Scott I steel myself as I make my way out of my office. Keith’s here and I’m not even sure why. Standing outside the gallery, I can see his car parked across the street. I walk over to it and gently knock on the window. He pulls down the windows and now he’s staring at me with that familiar smile.“Good morning, Imogene.” he says softly.“Hi.”“Coffe?”“Sure.”He gets out of his car and we both cross the street to the popular cafe across the gallery. We take our seats by the window and a waitress takes our orders. “I’m sorry for reaching out to you so suddenly.” Keith starts, leaning back in his seat across me.“It’s fine. You’re good people.”“Right.” his smile is back. “Then on that note, I was wondering…you remember how great Tech Con was?”“Yeah.” I say dryly. I pretty much missed the whole event because my best friend locked me up in a room. But yes, Tech Con was great.“It was all because of our teamwork. And mostly because you put your best into it.” he reiterates.
Damien ShawI don’t say anything at first, I just stare at Imogene. I keep my expression neutral, but a frown still crosses my features. Keith. The guy who almost ruined everything. I trust Imogene, I do, but the thought of her working closely with him again stirs something dark inside me.She’s watching me closely, reading my face like she always does. “You don’t have to agree,” I shake my head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine with whatever you decide.”Imogene gives me a long hard look. She’s probably contemplating whether I’m joking or not. But I’m not.“Really?” Her eyes search mine. She knows me too well.I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, trying to ease the tightness in my chest. I don’t like this, but what I’ve learned over these past few months—what we’ve learned—is that trust is the foundation of every relationship. And I trust Imogene. “I don’t like the idea,” I admit, letting my voice drop lower. “But I trust you, Imogene, and that’s what matters. I can’t control you, and
Imogene ScottWhen I get to the gallery the next day, Keith is already waiting. He must be really psyched about the project. What’s more concerning is that Damien doesn’t seem bothered by the idea. I had already overthought the whole thing and figured he would overreact. But he said, and I quote, “I trust you.”It actually means a lot to me that he does. Which is why I mustn’t fuck this up.“Good morning.” Keith’s says in a chirpy voice. I personally think he’s too happy for a Wednesday morning. He hands me a cup of coffe. “This is for you.”I take it, and we both walk into the gallery. Emmett greets me politely and continues with his workload. Keith and I walk to my office. As we both take our seats, we discuss the terms of our agreement. An affiliate company to KJ Tech is hosting their anniversary and they’re planning on using the same concept as the Tech Con project.Keith’s phone beeps and he gets on his feet and walks out of my office. I take that time check for any texts. Ther
Imogene Scott It was hard to focus on the dull ache in my lower abdomen, because I’m in a constant reminder of how close I’d come to losing everything. Abortion pills. The words echo in my mind. How? Why? I didn’t take anything like that. I wouldn’t.“Your gynecologist recommended drugs to you?” I nod, confused and uncertain at the same time. Yes, Dr. Pepp had prescribed something, and I’d taken them without hesitation, trusting they were for the twins' health. I can still see the disbelief in Damien’s eyes, the storm building behind them before he stormed out of the hospital room. Now I’m alone, left to piece together the scattered fragments of what had happened.I sit up slightly in the hospital bed, staring blankly at the door Damien just stormed out of. The words still echo in my head. It doesn’t make sense. I only took what Dr. Pepp prescribed. My hands tremble as I press them to my belly, trying to anchor myself to the reality that my babies are still safe. I can’t sto
Damien ShawThe office feels suffocating tonight. It’s past 9 p.m., and I’ve been waiting all day for feedback about Gerald’s latest screw-up. Patience isn’t my strong suit, and right now, it’s wearing thin. I glance at my phone for what feels like the hundredth time. No messages. No missed calls. Not from Imogene. That’s what surprises me the most. She always checks in, even if it’s just a quick text. Maybe she’s just tired. The drive home is quiet. When I pull into the driveway, the house looks the same as it always does. I step out of the car and into the cool night air. Inside, the aroma of something faintly sweet greets me. Sheila’s in the kitchen, wiping down the counter. She looks up and smiles when she sees me. “Evening, Mr. Shaw,” she says cheerfully. “Long day?” “Yeah.” I drop my briefcase by the door and loosen my tie. “Where’s Imogene?” “She’s been asleep since this afternoon,” Sheila says. “I didn’t want to disturb her. She looked so tired.” I frown. “That’
Imogene Scott The air inside the car feels suffocating as I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles white against the leather. The phone call is still replaying in my head including my conversation with Lila. It wasn’t her that made the threatening call. I’m sure of it now. But if it wasn’t her, then who was it? I force myself to focus on the road ahead. My fingers tighten around the wheel as I take the familiar turn toward the hospital. The parking lot is half-empty. I pull into a spot near the entrance and kill the engine. For a moment, I sit there, staring at the hospital entrance. Six months. I rest a hand on my stomach to feel the faint stir of life within me. “We’re okay,” I whisper softly, but the weight in my chest doesn’t lift. I climb out of the car, the cool breeze biting against my skin as I cross the lot. The hospital doors slide open with a faint hiss, and I step into the sterile, overly bright lobby. When I reach Dr. Pepp’s office, she’s waiting for me. H
Damien Shaw I walk into the office that morning, lost in thought. I can still feel Imogene’s body next to mine from last night. I wanted to ask her about Ville Road, but I don’t know how to do it without sounding accusatory. Without making her feel like I’m questioning her. Hell, I’ve never been good at that—asking the hard questions, digging into the things I want to know but don’t always want the answers to. I close my eyes briefly as I move down the hall. What the hell was she doing there? I tell myself I trust her. I do. I reach my office, push the door open, and step inside. The moment I do, I stop dead in my tracks. Kia’s pacing in front of my desk, her heels clicking against the floor. Her brows are furrowed, and she doesn’t even notice me until I clear my throat. “Mr Shaw,” she says, stopping. “Gerald dropped by earlier this morning.” I feel relief at the mention of Gerald’s name. “Gerald?” I repeat, still standing in the doorway. “I told you he was only caught u
Imogene Scott I sit frozen on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone screen, the words "Unknown Caller" still burned into my mind. The robotic voice from the call plays over and over again. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop it now. Things might get ugly.”A chill runs through me, and I rub my arms, trying to shake it off. My mind races. Who was it? How do they know what I’m doing? And why now? The door creaks open, snapping me out of my thoughts. My heart jumps in my chest, and I instinctively clutch my phone tighter. But it’s Damien. Relief floods me, but only for a moment. His face is drawn. Something about him feels off. “Hey,” I say softly, rising from the bed. I move toward him and wrap my arms around him. He hugs me back, but it’s not the same. His body feels stiff, like he’s holding something back. I pull back and study his face. “Are you okay?” I ask. “Just work stress,” he mutters, brushing past me. Work stress? I know Damien better than that. He’s hid
Imogene Scott The city stretches out in front of me as I drive. My fingers drum lightly against the steering wheel. How am I supposed to find out what this key unlocks? From what I’ve seen, Lila will continue to be tight-lipped. But at least I know how important the key is amd whatever “this is bigger than you.” threat she spilled isn’t going to scare me. I grip the wheel tighter. The dashboard clock flashes 2:45 PM, and I realize it’s almost time to pick up Lily. I push my thoughts aside, turning the car toward her school. When I pull up, I see Lily. She’s standing by the gate, clutching her little pink bag. Her mouth set in a pout. Normally, she runs to me the moment she sees the car. But today? Today, she walks. Slow. When she reaches the car, she opens the back door herself and climbs in, offering me only a quiet, "Hi, Mum," before clicking her seatbelt into place. When did my baby girl become such a grown up?"Hi, sweetheart," I say softly, turning in my seat to look at
Damien Shaw I pull into the parking lot of Shaw Tech. I’m a little stressed from all the drama this morning. Between Lily's tantrums of her avoiding Imogene and Imogene’s sudden emotional distance. I can’t seem to focus. It feels like I’ve been juggling too many balls, and any minute now, one of them is bound to drop. I grab my briefcase from the passenger seat and step out, adjusting my tie as I walk toward the building. The elevator ride up is quick, and when the doors open to my office floor, Kia is already waiting by my door. Her crisp blouse and tightly pulled-back hair are as perfect as always."Good morning, Kia," I say as I step into my office. "Morning, sir," she replies, following me in. "We’ve got a problem." I drop my briefcase onto the desk and loosen my tie slightly. "Don’t tell me. Let me guess—Gerald still isn’t here." "You guessed right," she says. "Three days now without any notice. And sir, I don’t think it’s just a personal issue." I pause mid-reach
Imogene Scott As soon as Damien and Lily leave the house that morning, I take a moment to gather my thoughts together. From what I discovered yesterday, Terry and Lila used to be together but Lila left him to get married to my father. My question now is why Lila would date someone who had nothing, someone like Terry. Could it be because she needed access to something? The key he made for dad? I mean Terry made the key which is something seemingly important so that’s the only explanation.I shove the thought aside as I rush into the bathroom. The water in the shower is scalding, and I let it sting my skin as I hurriedly scrub myself clean. I need to see Lila again.After a quick change into dark jeans and a simple blouse, I head downstairs and I spot Sheila walking in through the front door. She’s carrying a small tote.“Good morning, Imogene,” she greets me.Her smile is bright and unnervingly warm. Something about Sheila stirs an uneasy feeling in me, though I can’t place it.
Note: the last two chapters have been edited. Read them before proceeding.Imogene ScottI wake up to the sound of water running in the bathroom. The spot next to me in bed is cold, Damien already gone. The faint hum of the shower fills the room, but it does little to distract me from the heavy knot of guilt in my chest. Last night’s events play on a loop in my head—Damien’s disappointment, Lily’s tears, Sheila stepping in where I failed. I sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s just after 6 a.m. Damien’s workday will start soon, and I don’t even know how to approach him after what happened. But more than that, I don’t know how to face Lily. I take a deep breath and swing my legs over the side of the bed. The floor is cool against my bare feet as I walk to the closet. Pulling open the door, I automatically grab one of Damien’s pressed shirts and a tie, laying them neatly on the bench by the foot of the bed. The shower contin